This is the second part in a long-time on-going fantasy I have about FIVE men (freinds, lovers and virtual stangers) all making their way upstairs to have their way with me.

Here's a little bit of what you'll hear when you call this listing:

I gingerly got up and made my way to the dresser for a look
at my body and a tissue. My clit throbbed with need at the
sight of my whipped breasts, stomach and thighs. I wiped
the remaining tears from my face and blew my nose. I tried
to regain my composure while putting the chair back in the
corner and replacing the whip on the dresser. Taking a few
deep breaths and a last glance at the marks in the mirror,
I layed back on the bed and put the blindfold
on again.

It was still damp with my tears. I know the welts on my
body were raised and raw looking but already the pain had
faded. All I could really feel, laying there, waiting for
my next visitor, was my aching need. Deep inside me, focused
on my wet cunt and still throbbing clit, my need burned white-hot.

I resisted the temptation to play with myself. Instead I
rubbed my thighs together and ground my ass into the mattress.
Again, I pictured the image I must be portraying - hot, pathetic,
little slut, writhing on her bed, yearing for more than even
she could imagine. I arched my back and whimpered at the
thoughts flowing through my mind.

Of course, this is how my second visitor found me.

Please let me know if you like it. If there is enough interest, I'll see about recording the rest of the party.